Two hundred and thirty-one chapters of Delevingne's Endeavor
Legend has not been heard on the continent for a long time. The closest legends go back decades.
The legends of the greats, when they break through the boundaries of this world, will get tired of this world, they are more interested in the endless world outside the territory, the legend of the bizarre, with countless strange extraterritorial worlds, there is the goal of those great legends.
Because there are legends there to squander their talents and start anew on a new path beyond their legends.
Only the occasional legends will pass through here on the long journey of their endless careers, and their eyes that have been melted away by countless years will be recast here.
This is the place where their legendary life began.
What a wonderful and fulfilling life it was!
Life has reached that level, and ordinary people on these continents can no longer imagine.
Could it be that they are now facing such a legend?!
Those present could not comprehend the power of the Stark III hypervelocity melee cannon from Earth, and they naturally associated it with the deeds of the greatest legends.
In the Lorain world, the power you possess is directly proportional to your own social status.
The destruction you can wreak out, the fear you will reap. The great power and the power to which the power belongs to the master are fused into one.
Therefore, Arthur, who showed a destructive power similar to that of a legend at this time, was naturally feared by others.
Everyone looked at Arthur in the distance, like the criminals on a high platform waiting for the executioner's trial.
Kree, who was riding on Sgal, looked stupidly at Arthur, who was only a little bit in the distance.
He was extremely shocked, in fact, he and his dragon knights suffered a big loss at Arthur's hands last time, when Arthur, who had taken the blood of the gods, summoned a meteor shower comparable to a forbidden spell, almost wiped out one-third of his dragon knights, and completely blocked the attack of the dragon knights.
At that time, he felt the horror in Arthur's body, the kind of aura he had only felt in the body of that woman in the North.
The same mystery, the same scary.
But he was still a little incredulous at the time, he couldn't believe that an enemy he met at random on the battlefield could be compared to that person, you must know that that woman is the closest to a legend recognized by everyone in Northern Xinjiang for thousands of years, and the terrifying legend about her has been circulating in the hearts of Freljord's people for thousands of years.
But, at this moment, he finally believed.
That's a legend! At least it's close to legendary.
Any idea of going against a living legend is stupid.
"Perhaps, it's time for us to think about retreating?"
Clay said to Draven.
Draven is the commander of all the Noxians present now.
But Draedne?
"No, Legend? I don't believe it! ”
"He's not legendary, he's just some kind of magician, isn't he? You've all seen battering rams, that kind of weapon, sometimes it does emit a power far beyond his controller, it's not his own power, he's not a legend, Kree! We need not be afraid. He's just a weapon more terrible than a battering ram. ”
Delevingne argued.
"No, no! It's not that simple. Kree shook his head, "But even with the power of a weapon, such a weapon is no different from an artifact." ”
Legends about artifacts on the continent were also widely circulated, these ancient artifacts often contained terrifying powers, and some legendary artifacts even had incredible god-killing abilities, even an ordinary mortal could make the gods fear them when they obtained such an artifact.
"Think - a mage with an artifact? It's no different from a true legend. ”
"Just as invincible!"
The frustration on Kree's face could not be concealed.
An alchemist who can create artifacts?
Has this Arthur come to this point?
"What kind of enemy are we facing!"
Kree couldn't help but sigh.
Draven was dissatisfied with Kree's expression.
"Why, Kree, are you scared? Scared, oh my! Kreh, you really shame me, the idol in the hearts of the Imperial soldiers, and the eternal charge of Kree will also be afraid? ”
Kree's face flushed at what Dravinne said.
"No, I'm not scared, I'm just trying to stop you from making mistakes! Delevingne! ”
Kree looked at Draven, and he seemed to be able to see his yesterday's self in the other man's young face. They were all so brave and stubborn that they were even a little stupid!
Didn't the corpses of those men just now give him enough warning, you fool!
"No, we won't retreat, the Noxians will never retreat! Even in the face of legends. There is still hope for victory. ”
Draven turned to look at Credau.
"Darius will come for reinforcements, trust me."
Oh, bastard!
"But we don't have a portal anymore, and the portal is destroyed!"
Kree looked at Draven dissatisfied, this bastard, he always relied on him to be Darius's younger brother and do whatever he wanted, but now? This is not the time to be impressed.
There are thousands of people behind them.
These are the most elite warriors of the Empire, and these warriors must not be wiped out here.
"No, no, we don't need portals." Still stubborn, Draven pointed in the direction behind them. "The portal is never the key, without the portal, we will still have reinforcements, look, in that direction, it's just a few dozen miles away, believe me, Darius will definitely come."
"I believe him."
"He'll bring people to reinforce us and destroy this abominable mage."
Delevingne looked fiercely into the distance, the direction where Arthur was, at this time Arthur was just a small barely visible figure in his sight, but this figure was like a demon king from hell, bringing huge pressure to everyone.
"The prestige of the Noxians has always been cut out by our warriors on the battlefield, and it is the blood and lives of the warriors that have forged Noxus. And that includes you, too! Kree! ”
"Let's stay and fight together!"
"We are Noxus."
"Now, it's time for us to once again guard our glory with our lives and blood."
"For Noxus!"
Draven raised his tomahawk in the air.
Long live Noxus!
The rest of the warriors, all stirred up by Draven's speech, rushed back to the remaining Galen Legion soldiers like a tidal wave.
Hum! Stupidity!
Arthur stood across from them, looking at them.
Brave and stupid, only in a thought.
In the distance, the thick dark clouds on the horizon kept turning and changing, and it seemed that some kind of force was approaching here at a very fast pace.